Mellow meadows, shimmering in summers heat, <br />dipping down the valley, <br />rolling down the steep <br />hillside. <br />What a delightful and pleasurable treat, <br />to sit and ponder, <br />and wander, <br />your feet deep amongst the wild flowers, <br />where drones the sweet bees, <br />collecting nectar, an endless toil, <br />as they leap from bloom to bloom. <br />Then with collecting complete <br />return home, <br />bodies heavy but content. <br />And eyes sweep the distant scene, <br />through a haze of wheat. <br />A drowsy afternoon, <br />renewing memories to keep, <br />and maybe too, <br />some fresh memories to greet. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drowsy-afternoon/
